Long Way Home(One Direction Fanfic)(EXTREME EDITING)

Part 3

Songs for this chapter-

Into The Night Life- Cyndi Lauper

I Know You Want Me- Pitbul

Undressed- Kim Cesarion

Kama Sutra- Jason Derulo

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The thudding bass of the Funky Buddha could be heard 3 blocks away, the line to get in was what seemed like a mile long. The car came to a rolling stop in front of the doors, the valet rushing out to me us as we stepped out into the night air. I checked the time on my phone; 9:42 PM. As I began to look up, I was being blinded by flashing lights.

“Shit,” I heard Niall mutter as he put his hand on the small of my back and led me into the club.

With his warm hand on my back, I’m surprised I didn’t faint. It didn’t leave even when we were all finally in the club. I looked around me, soaking in my surroundings. People swayed against each other on the dance floor. Others were at the bar, mingling and drinking the night away.

“Hey, nice ass!” some stranger called to me; I looked down and blushed, very embarrassed and feeling uncomfortable.

“Jane, come with me over to the bar, let’s get some drinks,” Harry pulled me away from Niall and took me to the bar, sensing my sudden discomfort.

I walked behind him, my hand still in his, as we made our way to two empty bar stools. Harry sat in one and motioned for me to sit in the one next to him with a cheeky grin on his face. I sat, my eyes still wandering around this new environment. Harry gazed at me and chuckled.

“Jane, ease up! It’s just a club! Here, I’ll order you something.”

Harry gestured to the bartender, waving him to where we were sitting.

“I’ll have a Fuzzy Naval and she’ll have a Cherry Hooker,” he informed the man behind the counter, who then proceeded to make the drinks.

“So Jane, tell me about yourself. What brings you here to London?” Harry asked as we waited for our drinks.

I shrugged nonchalantly, “I’m just here for the summer. Zayn, as you probably know, invited me over here after I had graduated high school back in the states. Maybe I’ll stay here, maybe I’ll go back, but for right now I’m just trying to enjoy being back in London.”

By now, the drinks had arrived. I took the cold glass in my hand and studied it. It was in a martini glass and it was red. An orange peel was hanging over the side to make it look fancy.  I pursed my lips in hesitation.

“Just drink it!” Harry interrupted my thoughts.

I looked back at him with uncertainty in my eyes, “I’ve never had alcohol.”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth forming the shape of an ‘o’, “Are you being serious?”

I nodded, my eyes still glued to the red liquid swishing around in my cup. It seemed so easy to just take a swig, everyone else was wolfing down their beverages. It can’t be that bad, can it? I slowly brought the rim of the glass to my lips and let it slide down my throat. The unfamiliar burn was almost too much, my eyes screwing shut in protest. I put my hand on my forehead as I drank the remainder of the drink I just took.

“So… how do you like it?” Harry said as he took a gulp of his drink.

I opened my mouth to talk, but started coughing. Harry began to laugh as he pat my back to get me to stop. As I came back around, I quickly realized that Harry’s large, warm hand was rubbing circles on my back. I straightened back out and wiped at my mouth.

“It’s definitely a new experience. It really burns though,” I finally replied.

His crooked smile appeared on his face, “It’ll take some getting used to.”

His hand found its way onto my thigh. My cheeks grew hot as the physical interaction, my heart picking up speed.

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~Harry’s POV~

Jane was now on her third drink. She had been laughing at me this whole time, everything I said, even when it wasn’t supposed to be funny.

I leaned over to her, my hand sliding up to the hem of her shorts, my lips at her ear, “You wanna go dance?”

She instantly stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. I pulled back a little to see her eyes. They were wide with shock, her mouth agape. She began to nod her head. I took her hand in mine and pulled her off the chair, my other hand stretched out to catch her if she fell. I looked down at here, her eyes going everywhere but my face.I led her to where all the sweaty bodies were dancing with each other.

It’s as if someone switched on a light as Jane began to dance on me.  My arms wound around her waist and hers around my neck. She looked me in the eyes, her fingers playing with the curls at the nape of my neck.

What happened next was unexpected just as much as it was expected. I closed the gap between us and placed my lips on her neck, kissing all over, trying to find her sweet spot. As I reached her collarbone, she gasped, her grip on my neck tightening. Her hands in my hair began tugging the roots. Her body moved closer to mine, her chest on mine, it rising and falling rapidly.

I began to kiss up her neck and then onto her face until I reached her lips. They were so perfect. They fit so well on mine and moved right with me. I pulled at the bottom of her shirt, feeling the lustful desire bubble up. Her mouth became more and more urgent. I pulled away from her to look into her disappointed eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked as she tried to pull me back to her.

“How about we ditch this place and go back to mine?” I said into her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe.

She visibly shuddered, then nodded her head. I took her through the crowd, to the open door and out to my car. I helped her into the car and ran around to the other side almost fumbling with the keys.

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~Niall’s POV~

 

I watched them from a table with an ice cold beer in my hands, just drinking the night away. I saw as they moved with each other, dancing to this awful song.

Harry then moved his lips to her neck, her reacting surprised to it, but not pushing him away, like I would have expected her to.  She seemed to pull him closer to her, if that was possible. His lips kept moving up her jaw and then finally to her lips. Her fingers were in his hair and her body moved with his. I was disgusted and hurt all at once.

Harry whispered something in her ear. My eyes followed as they left the club. They stayed staring at the door, just waiting for her to come running back, and into my arms. But she never did. My eyes fell to my hands and the bottle I held in them. I sighed and chugged the rest of the beer. Liam sat down next to me as I set the bottle down on the table, gesturing for the waitress to bring another over.

“What’s got you all grumpy faced?” Liam slurred, obviously drunk.

I chuckled at his face, “Nothing.”

He poked my side, making me jump, “C’mon, what is it?”

“It’s… it’s nothing,” I grumbled. 

He looked at me for a moment before he spoke again, “Its Jane, isn’t it?”

I bit my lip, my head bobbing up and down slowly in shame and embarrassment. Liam slapped my back in a reassuring motion.

“Don’t worry mate, I bet she’ll come around," he told me as the waitress appeared with my other beer.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I mumbled to myself, downing my new beer.